The city that looks Magical

I live in a city that looks Magical.
Where you gather a group of people and you can travel through the world in their stories.
Where every breath that is let out in air speaks of dreams of the beholder.

Where you may find a thousand crushed souls dotting every inch of land, but together you a see colourful mosaic of life that can match no other thing in the Universe.

Where people come to make a mark for themselves in this place. But instead take scars that makes them look only more beautiful.

This city is magical, because it bounds you in the never ending spell, that is no less than the city of our fantasies.

I live here everyday. Weaving my life in the magic of this city. The more I try to run away from its crutches, the more i become aware of its power over me.

I dream of leaving this city someday for a better place. Little do i know that this city is as better as it can get for me.